Five Reasons Why The 120 Minutes Relaunch Does Not Work For Me

The last few days brought forth two noteworthy events for MTV. The first one being that the network turned 30-years-old on Monday. Sure, many thought it would fade away but it expanded like Mark Goodman's hair and became a major force for entertainment and pop culture as well as helping to launch several notable and several forgettable careers regardless of charisma, talent and musical ability (ex. Mike Judge and Madonna vs. The Situation and Jimmy Ray). Congratulations to MTV and all the network has accomplished in its 30 year career despite dropping music videos and, mostly, music altogether in favor of the horribly stereotyped and idiotic reality shows that have plagued the network for the last six years (The Hard Times of R.J. Berger is an anomaly there...a humorous and pleasant anomaly).

There Is Nothing Headbanging About This Ball

Dear MTV,

Oh, how I thought you gave up the facade of playing videos the moment Spencer Pratt debuted his creepy flesh -colored beard or relegated your rejected remnants and skeletons to MTV2. This is what I thought until I stumbled across the decayed shell of what they consider to be Headbanger's Ball. MTV, like Hollywood, you continue to urinate all over our childhood dreams and loves. Shame on you.

The Last Grasp At Relevancy Or How I Learned To Love The Camera And Started Getting Real

I am not sure who is to blame for this but I think I shall blame Ozzy Osbourne for the abundance of musicians having "reality" shows. Granted, he still had Ozzfest, world tours and platinum selling albums but had his show not been successful, there would be a fundamental difference in reality television from the musician's standpoint as in they, probably, would not exist. That, my friends, would be excellent.

Who Needs Music Television When You Have Jersey Shore?

Thank you MTV for doing something that should have been done ages ago. Finally, the phrase "music television" is being dropped from your logo. It is like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, officially.

Kanye West: A Hightower And Jones Essatorial

Kanye West. What does one say about the man without resorting to name-calling or opinionated vulgarities? One just simply says Kanye West, a name that, until last night, meant rapper, producer, egomaniac and, according to South Park, gay fish. Now the name means sad, pathetic, undeserving and useless. There was nothing shocking about what he did at last night's MTV Video Music Awards. Instead, it was rude and disrespectful. In a industry where it's refreshing to see someone like Taylor Swift, given her age and success, who is a respectable teenage role model who isn't partying, flashing her vagina to cameras and becoming famous for having a reality show/sex tape existence, what gives Kanye West the right to spit on her accomplishment?